I know I’m only a puppy, and there’s a lot I don’t know. But if I know anything, I know one thing:
Work is evil.
My new home was so nice. New smells, toys to chew on, two-leggers who pet me and cuddled me and seemed excited whenever I looked at them, so many things to nip and chew! (Though momma doesn’t seem to like that very much.)
Then one morning, momma told me to go bedtime, in the morning? Then she gave me my favorite red Kong, stuffed with PEANUT BUTTER! And treats!
I was in such a fervor, I barely heard when the front door shut, and momma’s rumbly box grumbled to life outside.
The rumble faded. So did momma’s smells.
She left me!
But at first I thought maybe she was playing hide and seek. So I whined and barked and scratched at my bed. Paced and paced in my crate, attacked and nipped at my toys, peanut butter forgotten. I barked louder. Momma come back!
She didn’t.
I made short work of the peanut butter stuffed kong, curled up with my sharkie and napped, my heart heavy. What if momma never came back?
After FOREVER, she did! But she didn’t stay long. She fed me lunch and played with me a bit and took me outside and that was when I learned of my great nemesis: something called “work”. Momma kept saying she was sorry she had to go back. If she was sorry why didn’t she stay home?
This time she tossed a few treats in my crate before she left. I napped again. If I’m honest, I was kind of sleepy anyways. I dreamed of biting this “work” and making it give momma back. The sky was dusky and my tummy was grumbling by the time she returned. She gave me lots of cuddles that night, even let me on the couch! A heretofore forbidden realm.
I think this “work” is a nemesis all dogs with humans must face. How can we defeat it? I’m open to suggestions. Let me know, fellow pups of the internet.
-T